The long search continued as his bones ached all over. Lack of sleep, food and water was causing his sluggish pace to descend until he stopped. He drunk the rest of the little water he had and set up camp on the outskirts of the woods. The dirt was wet from the rain that had poured the previous day and the trees gloomed over his small camp, darkening his world ever more. He could never stop. He was on the run. Searching for his true family.
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